poem

  • Cada cosa a su tiempo: “Everything in its own time.”

    There were things in life we encounterthat from the first time we see them,we already sense their grandeur,how valuable,how precious,how marvelous! We were so excited as they stepped unto our door,and we reached for them with our hands, with warm… Continue reading

    Cada cosa a su tiempo: “Everything in its own time.”
  • The Man of Diamonds and his Grief

    when he retreated, it’s not the fear of them,he looked cold and weak, condemned by hem,misanthrope, nonchalant in every theme,uncaring and selfish, that’s how he’d seem. yet beneath the bright lights, sharp and keen,and radiant streaks of his diamond sheen,where… Continue reading

    The Man of Diamonds and his Grief
  • When the Lotus Blooms

    They began playing the ensembles,Mahori music in loud rambles,in front yards of shops and homes,in improvised event halls are formed of sound and rhythm, yet to begin,the circles are yet to be seen,for Romvong comes after some catalyst,where dance steps… Continue reading

    When the Lotus Blooms
  • My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative

    I say my truths! My eyes are open,if not heard, I scribe them with my sharp pen,though it is sharp, it does not kill,it does not hurt a home, it bends but won’t break will. It does not cost someone’s… Continue reading

    My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative
  • Courage to Speak: The Cost of Truth-Telling

    there’s nothing to forgive, I live, I liveI do not regret speaking up, I giveI wasn’t loud, I kept it low,I sneaked out the battlecry, soft but so then it cost me all the decade work,it cost me my bread… Continue reading

    Courage to Speak: The Cost of Truth-Telling
  • Love and Fear

    The time has come to let you hearthe secret tunes I’ve held so near,the quiet plans beneath my tongue,the hidden truths I’ve softly sung. I want to go, to find my way,to grow beyond where we both stay,not always close,… Continue reading

    Love and Fear
  • Sync and Zing

    We dined with laughter, worries long gone,Where I was drawn in, included, carried along.They asked what I liked, with teasing and play,endless nonsense and my smiles brightened your day. It made you smile watching my laughter unfold,by the pool, playful… Continue reading

    Sync and Zing
  • A Year Journey

    In January, we repair and reset,you made that declaration—it’s you and me, we are a duet. In February, I never count the value of Valentine’s Day,but a present arrived out of nowhere, drifting my way;I wondered quietly—why, and who could… Continue reading

    A Year Journey
  • Out of the Frame

    They gather close, adjusting clothes,fixing hair where soft light glows,faces checked, no shadows bend,each pose perfected to the end. Tap,click,flash! A photo sealed,laughter echoes, smiles revealed,they crowd around that silver gleam,a photo born, a frozen dream. But tell me, did… Continue reading

    Out of the Frame
  • A Time to Tear Down

    We keep the memories,though the seasons change,though people move onand colors shift.The air has dancedwith cloud and raina dozen times in painted hues. I came to tell you:I haven’t yet leftthe place I said I would.Still, I knowsomething must change.… Continue reading

    A Time to Tear Down